knismo1
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Recently I met up with an old friend from waaaay back in junior high school -- she's a tiny little thing, and one of my fondest memories is from back then when we were in a backyard water fight. She's barely five feet tall, and I remember her in her little white Dr. Scholls, all those years ago, like it was yesterday.
So a while back I got her to visit again and under some stupid pretense I got her to take her boots off (it was cold outside, but I had a fire going) and I managed to tickle her a little while I gave her a nice massage. She said she had never had her toenails painted, because "it just tickles WAY too much." She said she can't even do it herself, because she can't stand it.
Well, evil creature that I am, I mentioned that I had "a little something kicking around to make that easier." She wanted to see it, and I said -- nope. You're gonna have to come back and get your toes painted.
She agreed. 😀
Well, to make a long story short, last week she came up, and I put her in the ankle stocks. After the first coat (she was making high-pitched keening noises during most of it), I said, "We have to let this dry. Of course -- I'm not going to just sit her and get BORED..."
That's when I brought out the "mild" instruments of torture -- sable brushes, makeup brushes, feathers, the ol' "rice fluffer" (a little bamboo whisk broom thing) and the metal-tined pet brush. She was rolling around screaming -- I had her hands restrained at the top of the bed, telling her "I'm not having you mess up my work! -- and cackling. 🙂 The funny thing is, in this position, she really wasn't ticklish on the *soles* of her feet, but the bottoms of her toes made her go *insane*. Especially the second toe on her left foot (or, on the foot you'll see to your right in these photos) -- she'd squeal, "NOT THAT TOE, NOT THAT TOE!"
After the second coat, that's when I brought out the heavy artillery -- the electric toothbrush (Interplak -- I don't have the dough for the mind-blowing Sonicare yet, but someday), the vibrating hairbrush and my favorite, the electric flosser (exact targeted torture!)...
She tossed around for the toothbrush.
She SCREAMED as the hairbrush went over her toes.
And when the flosser came out, she actually PULLED HER WAY OUT OF THE CUFFS (the sheepskin-lined nice ones from JT's Stockroom in Los Angeles).......
It's been a week -- I got an e-mail from her and she *loves* the new color (OPI's "Aphrodite's Pink Nightie" -- she wanted "something pink"), and says that she's "almost recovered from the afternoon." 😀
And she's up to do it again -- next year.
And *I* get to choose the color.
k
(Below are the implements used during the first "drying" session)
So a while back I got her to visit again and under some stupid pretense I got her to take her boots off (it was cold outside, but I had a fire going) and I managed to tickle her a little while I gave her a nice massage. She said she had never had her toenails painted, because "it just tickles WAY too much." She said she can't even do it herself, because she can't stand it.
Well, evil creature that I am, I mentioned that I had "a little something kicking around to make that easier." She wanted to see it, and I said -- nope. You're gonna have to come back and get your toes painted.
She agreed. 😀
Well, to make a long story short, last week she came up, and I put her in the ankle stocks. After the first coat (she was making high-pitched keening noises during most of it), I said, "We have to let this dry. Of course -- I'm not going to just sit her and get BORED..."
That's when I brought out the "mild" instruments of torture -- sable brushes, makeup brushes, feathers, the ol' "rice fluffer" (a little bamboo whisk broom thing) and the metal-tined pet brush. She was rolling around screaming -- I had her hands restrained at the top of the bed, telling her "I'm not having you mess up my work! -- and cackling. 🙂 The funny thing is, in this position, she really wasn't ticklish on the *soles* of her feet, but the bottoms of her toes made her go *insane*. Especially the second toe on her left foot (or, on the foot you'll see to your right in these photos) -- she'd squeal, "NOT THAT TOE, NOT THAT TOE!"
After the second coat, that's when I brought out the heavy artillery -- the electric toothbrush (Interplak -- I don't have the dough for the mind-blowing Sonicare yet, but someday), the vibrating hairbrush and my favorite, the electric flosser (exact targeted torture!)...
She tossed around for the toothbrush.
She SCREAMED as the hairbrush went over her toes.
And when the flosser came out, she actually PULLED HER WAY OUT OF THE CUFFS (the sheepskin-lined nice ones from JT's Stockroom in Los Angeles).......
It's been a week -- I got an e-mail from her and she *loves* the new color (OPI's "Aphrodite's Pink Nightie" -- she wanted "something pink"), and says that she's "almost recovered from the afternoon." 😀
And she's up to do it again -- next year.
And *I* get to choose the color.
k
(Below are the implements used during the first "drying" session)
